Post-surgery reflection
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This past week I’ve been home recovering from surgery to remove a fibroid. Even though I was technically cleared to return to work pretty quickly, I had a feeling I would need more time. So, I canceled a week of clients. (scary!) Old me would have resisted and pushed through, probably to my detriment. Instead, I gave myself some grace to get over general anesthesia and calm down my cramping abdomen. And yet, the guilt demons still showed up. At least I can fight them lying down. There’s still a voice that whispers, “If you don’t work, your business will fall apart.” But I’ve learned to balance it with some new beliefs:
I’m actively choosing to live in a world where rest is as valuable as work, where taking care of myself comes first, where fear gets replaced with gratitude and trust. And choosing means paying attention when those old beliefs creep in and gently guiding myself back to something better. You can do this too, Reader. What outdated ideas are still floating around your head? Especially the ones that make it hard to pause and rest? Sometimes life calls for longer stretches of rest. Not just sleep, but real, intentional slowing down. If you’re feeling overwhelmed or scattered, if pausing feels impossible because there’s so much to do… consider this your permission slip to take a beat. Let yourself breathe. Things often look different when you do. In Joy, Nyssa P.S. This was the unintentional theme of last week’s moon circle. If you missed it, you can catch the recording here. Click the link below to join the Moon Circle list to get invites for next month’s event. Upcoming Availability:Wednesday, July 23rd 11:30am 12pm-2:30pm Friday, July 25th 10am-12pm 🏖️ Summer Vacation: Be sure to get your next session booked now. 😎
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Nyssa Hanger
Life and Biz Coach. Massage Therapist. Aromatherapist. Teacher. Writer.
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